Works

ARTWORKS

Welcome to The Heart of My Practice!

Every painting here is a reflection of the inner worlds I explore — emotion, memory, and the quiet spaces in between. As an artist, I move intuitively between abstraction, cubism, and mixed media, letting color, geometry, and texture speak where words fall short.

This collection is a growing gallery of my process: experiments, breakthroughs, and the moments that remind me why I paint. Each piece carries a story — not just of what you see, but of what I felt while creating it.

I hope these works invite you to pause, feel, and find your own meaning in the layers.

PAINTINGS

Caught in Between

This painting was born from a moment of longing — the kind that sits deep in your chest, where desire and hesitation meet. When I painted Caught In Between, I felt the pull of something I wanted but knew I couldn’t reach without breaking something else.

The red sky carries the weight of emotion I couldn’t name — love, loss, maybe both. The golden moon became a symbol of everything I was yearning for: warm, close, almost within touch, yet impossibly distant. Beneath it, the city stands half in light, half in shadow — a reflection of my own state of mind.

Every stroke was a conversation with myself — between what I wanted and what I knew I had to let go of. The colors bleed into each other like emotions that refuse to stay separate.

Caught In Between is not just about longing; it’s about the quiet pain of knowing that sometimes, choosing peace means walking away from what sets your heart on fire.

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Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Dimension:
30x40cm

Half-step Away

Half Step Away came from the feeling of being tugged between where I’ve come from and where I know I need to go. The small white houses represent the comfort of the familiar — the memories, routines, and old versions of myself that still feel like home.

Behind them, the rising blocks of color symbolize the future pulling at me: bright, uncertain, full of possibilities I’m not fully ready to face. Each shape leans in a different direction, echoing the way my heart shifts between staying and moving forward.

This painting is that in-between moment —
the pause before change,
the quiet ache of growing beyond a place you still care for,
the feeling of being just one step away from the life that’s waiting.

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Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Dimension:
40x50cm

Roots

The tree is me — shaped by emotions I once tried to bury, only to realize they were the soil I grew from. The blocks of red, yellow, and white beneath it are pieces of my past: joy, pain, love, and the memories that shaped me even when I didn’t want them to.

The thin black lines are my roots, reaching into the things left unsaid and the moments I couldn’t let go of. They don’t pull me backward — they help me understand how I got here.

The yellow house represents my family. For a long time, I felt like I didn’t quite fit, like I grew in a different direction. But even in that distance, I’m still connected. My roots still touch theirs.

And the faint swing — almost invisible — is the echo of a childhood I sometimes wished felt fuller. Even in its absence, there’s tenderness. It reminds me that longing can grow into strength.

This painting carries my truth: I can outgrow what once confined me and still honor the place that shaped my beginnings.

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Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Dimension:
40x50cm

Inner Tide

I wanted to capture the emotions that move quietly beneath the surface — the rise and fall we feel but rarely speak about. The blue forms in Inner Tide became the language of that inner movement, reflecting moments of connection and solitude blending into each other.

The curves suggest shifting states within me, like two presences merging and separating, shaped by memories and relationships that continue to leave their marks. The bold black lines are my boundaries and truths, while the small white strokes feel like soft confessions — tiny pieces of healing.

To me, the painting mirrors a tide: constantly pulling inward for reflection, then pushing outward toward change.
Inner Tide became my way of tracing those unseen currents — the emotional flow that shapes who I am and who I’m still becoming.

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Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Dimension:
40x50cm

Crossroad

When I created Crossroad, I was caught between staying and walking away—a place where emotions pull in opposite directions and nothing feels clear. The purples trace that uncertainty: looping thoughts, softened memories, and the quiet tension of holding on when part of you is already letting go.

The red shapes burst through without planning, like truth breaking out of the confusion. They’re the moments of honesty you can’t ignore anymore—the part of you that finally admits, “Something has to change.”

As the layers built, I realized I wasn’t painting a decision, but the moment right before it—the hesitation, the ache, the weight of choosing between two futures.

Crossroad is that suspended moment:
the breath before the truth,
the pull between leaving and staying,
the heart standing right at the edge of becoming.

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Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Dimension:
40x50cm

Unfinished

I painted this piece during a season when I felt my spirit was scattered, yet still trying to hold its form. The faceless figure is me — not because I don’t know who I am, but because I was still learning which parts of myself deserved to be seen, and which parts I was still protecting.

The colors around her aren’t random. They are memories. Every curve, every patch of green, red, ochre, and burnt orange is a moment I had to grow through — love, anger, hope, the softness I rarely show, the chaos I’ve learned to navigate. The fragmented shapes aren’t broken pieces; they are the pathways where I stitched myself back together.

Her hair, painted as a single dark mass, is the weight I used to carry — expectations, silence, disappointments I never voiced. And yet, beneath that shadow, her face glows. Because even when I felt hidden, my inner light insisted on existing.

This painting is the story of how I learned to hold my own shape in a world constantly pulling me into different directions. It’s my reminder that being a mosaic doesn’t make me unfinished — it makes me honest.

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Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Dimension:
40x50cm

DEAR ME

I’m writing from outside the quiet white castle you built long ago — the place that holds everything we once tried to forget. The door is closed tonight. I know why. And I know the weight of it.

You were protecting yourself.
You always have.

You — with sunsets in your eyes.
You — who paints tenderness even when trembling.
You — who hides softness beneath oceans of red.
I see you.

I see how tired you are of being strong in silent ways. How your heart built a kingdom from buried emotions — not to escape, but to survive. You filled it with every kind of love you’ve ever given, even when it wasn’t returned.

So you closed the door — not out of fear, but exhaustion.

I’m not here to open it.
I’m here to sit beside you — in the red glow of your aching sky, in the blue hush of your gentleness.

Your castle isn’t far. It exists because you felt deeply enough to create what the world couldn’t.

You’re not locked out. You’re resting.

And your stubborn, tender, wild heart —is still yours.

I’m the part of you that never leaves.
When you’re ready, you’ll open the door again — not for anyone else, but because you remember.

Until then, lean on me.
I’m still here.
Always.

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Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Dimension:
40x50cm